overreacting

god. i'm still getting flack for this incident at the pool.
this kid was bobbing in the shallow end.
then for some reason, his mom freaked.
maybe the kid swallowed some water.
the mom told him to get out of the water.
he was still just bobbing.
the mom pulled up her adidas workout pants and realized she couldn't reach her bobbing kid from the second step.
so she goes in waist-deep holding the rail with one hand and grabbing the kid with the other.
she pulls the kid out onto the pool deck where he rubs his face a little.
the mom and kid then eventually head to the locker room.

ok. now during that whole incident, i was within about 10 feet of the kid.
i was watching as he was bobbing.
there was no coughing.
there was no sign of hysteria or struggle.

why did the mom pull the kid out?
maybe she saw him swallow water.
other than that, i couldn't really say.
another onlooker thought that the kid just wasn't listening to the mom's demands to leave the pool.
she was the only one to see trouble.

after getting on the pool deck, the kid didn't cough once.
like i said he rubbed his face and went on his way.

but now i'm getting shit for a mother having to "rescue" her own child.
if she had waited 15 seconds, the kid would have bounced on over to the steps and exited himself.
the kid had full responsiveness.

now my boss and her bitch, Rob, are both coming down on me.
yeah i slack.
yeah i talk to people.
yeah. maybe it's not my complete undivided attention,
but i do leave a watchful ear and eye on the pool when kids are present.

i don't know.
it was kinda coincidence that i was standing right there when the whole thing happened, but what bugs me the most, is that Rob, who was sitting in the hottub when the whole thing when down was accusing me of negligence and talking to other people over by the steam room.
i don't deny that that doesn't happen.
but i was right there for this kid if he needed it.
the problem was, he didn't need my help.
unfortunately, neither of my bosses will listen to me.
that's just their style with everything.
one idea of how things passed gets into their head and it's all over.
today they took away my stool.
i realized today how little i use it anyway.
i felt kinda bad when karina showed up and wanted it.
my "punishment" shouldn't be put on everyone else.
i looked in the usual rob hiding spots, but i never found it.
bummer.

so i'm trying to think now.
if i was nowhere near the kid when the mom took the plunge,
would i still try and find some way to defer the blame?
i dunno. that kinda seems like my style.
i'm just bitter that i get shit for something that could have potentially been put on me, but coincidentally it shouldn't be my fault.

it kinda feels like office space too.
where when you fuck up, you've got multiple people coming down on you.
after one bitching i learn my lesson.
really.